Qin Huairu's tears are truly exceptional.
Since she married into this courtyard.
In terms of crying scenes, no one in this siheyuan can rival her anymore.
Just as she speaks, the tears come pouring down.
It's simply heart-wrenching for those who listen, and tears flow for those who hear.
While crying, Qin Huairu also cast a glance at Bu Xiangdong.
Perhaps she was worried that Bu Xiangdong would come out to cause trouble.
But the more she acted this way, the less Bu Xiangdong would comply with her wishes.
“What are you looking at me for? As if I’ve harmed you. Your current life may not be what you wanted, but it’s definitely of your own making.”
Qin Huairu was broken down.
It wasn't that Bu Xiangdong was wrong.
But rather... he was too right.
“Wuwuwu, I regret it. I shouldn't have married here from the very beginning. If I hadn't married here, my husband wouldn't have gotten into trouble. If my husband hadn't gotten into trouble, I wouldn't have fallen into such a sorrowful state.”
“Does your ancestry have the surname Tong?”
“My ancestry has the surname Qin!”
“Enough, Bu Xiangdong, if you dare to make things difficult for Sister Qin, I won't let you off. Sister Qin, don't worry, as long as I, Shaozhu, have a meal to eat, you'll have soup to drink.”
He Yuzhu pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and surprisingly donated it all.
With both small and large bills, it showed this was all the money he could muster right now.
He didn't see Jia Dongxu's face darkening like a pot bottom.
But Bu Xiangdong saw it.
“Impressive, calling Sister Qin on the left and Sister Qin on the right, so affectionate! Anyway, it has nothing to do with Jia Dongxu, right?”
“Shaozhu...”
Jia Dongxu immediately waved his cane, “Get lost, take your filthy money and get away from my wife.”
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Jia Dongxu had been feeling increasingly insecure lately.
His disability twisted his heart slowly.
“And you, Qin Huairu, remember you are my wife. Your man is still alive, so stop having any crooked thoughts.”
Qin Huairu: “……”
This isn't the life I want.
But this is the life I've chosen for myself.
Yet I have nothing to share.
Because my heartache is unspeakable.
Perhaps like Yi Zhonghai wanting to find someone to take care of him, He Yuzhu wanting to find a widow.
Jia Dongxu now desperately needed a sense of security, and his insecurity made him paranoid.
Even now, looking at his son Bang Geng, he felt a bit of Shaozhu's foolishness.
Clearly, Bu Xiangdong's continuous provocation had made him on edge.
[Host's provocation successful, system rewards!]
[Ding, congratulations to the host: received 10 boxes of instant noodles!]
[Default option, supplies stored in system space!]
Wow.
Instant noodles are now an epoch-making product, must cherish them.
Bu Xiangdong was savoring the taste of instant noodles.
Jia Dongxu, however, was screaming in a frenzy.
“Get lost, all of you get lost, no need for your fake sympathy.”
Everyone watched Jia Dongxu's neurotic screaming.
After losing one leg, his temper had become erratic.
Staring at the dove on the wall, he would suddenly smash the glass in front of him.
Listening to the factory horn in the distance, he would violently throw things against the walls around him.
Clearly, today's donations combined with Bu Xiangdong's provocation had triggered his nerves again.
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Jia Dongxu's hysteria turned this donation event into a gathering of grievances.
Yi Zhonghai sighed.
“Everyone, please be understanding, Dongxu has had a tough time these days; losing a leg feels like the sky has fallen.”
“That's not right, Uncle. When my parents passed away, you told me to stand tall on my own.”
Yi Zhonghai: “……”
Dammit.
Can't you stop bringing your own experiences into this?
Not telling you to stand tall on your own, does that mean I should donate to you?
“You’re doing fine, Dongxu is different; he has lost a leg, do you understand?”
“Enough, I may have lost a leg, but do you all look down on me?”
Everyone: “……”
Oh dear.
This damned pride.
What the hell, making a scene.
Wanting sympathy while not wanting pity.
Yi Zhonghai was furious; he truly was a waste, like mud that can't be molded.
I was trying my best to raise funds for you, to make your family's life a bit better.
And you’re here sabotaging me?
Bu Xiangdong confronting me is one thing, but you, what’s wrong with your brain?
Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai's patience was strong; otherwise, he would have stormed off by now.
But facing Jia Dongxu, He Yuzhu was not one to swallow his anger!
He snatched the money back, “Filthy money, huh? No need for fake sympathy, huh? Useless piece of trash, not knowing a good person's heart.”
“Shaozhu, I’ll curse your ancestors!”
The one-legged boxing king Jia Dongxu struck back fiercely.
The siheyuan's war god immediately retaliated.
Yi Zhonghai rubbed his forehead, yet another extremely frustrating day.
This donation event had failed.
Not only was there no donation, but Jia Dongxu actually started fighting with He Yuzhu.
As the one in charge of this courtyard, it felt like the situation was spiraling out of control.
Perhaps the one-legged boxing king had a full buff; despite losing a leg, he was actually trading blows with the siheyuan's war god.
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